Six and a bit feet of muscle and magic - this seafaring spellblade lacked all manner of grace and finesse, instead deciding might of all forms was the best of his talents.

His features were aged, and heavily scarred - a man beyond his prime, but still just spry enough to keep his old habits. Sunken, deep brown eyes regard his surroundings with a certain trained intensity. His hair, similarly, was once black - now lined with streaks of grey matched by the ashen grey of his beard.